I’ve had it up to here, to my chin.
Even started getting sick of singing.
Oh, to go to the bottom like a submarine,
So nobody could get a bearing on me!

A friend served me vodka in a glass,
My friend told me that it’ll pass,
Introduced me to Verka over a drink -
Verka will help and vodka will do the rest.

But neither Verka nor vodka helped.
I’m hung over and who needs Verka anyway?
Oh, to go to the bottom like a submarine
And not send out an SOS!

I’ve had it up to here, up to my gullet.
Ah! I’m fed up with singing and playing.
Oh, to go the bottom like a submarine
So nobody can get a bearing on me!